Dealing with a miscarriage can be devastating. While many may pass off a miscarriage as a pregnancy that "just wasn't meant to be", these words rarely help to relieve your grief. Although a miscarriage can be an isolating experience, it doesn't have to be. Women who are or who have previously dealt with a miscarriage are often a great resource to those currently suffering from a pregnancy loss. Share your words with us and share your support with other women.
First baby low heart rate
I'm 33 years old and had a d&c this morning, baby was 10 weeks. At 6 weeks I had my first ultrasound and was told that the babies heart rate was slow. The Dr. was not concerned so we didn't worry. A couple of days later I felt uneasy so I went online to read about it and found it to be the most devastating news. We cried and cried for 2 days and decided to stay positive. For a whole month my girlfriend and I planned our baby showers together (we were 2 weeks apart). We planned everything together. As she was getting more and more sick, I felt nothing. She has a text book pregnancy, yet I felt nothing. I was tired, urinated a lot and slept a lot, thats it. I felt everything had to be fine because my stomach was growing along with my breasts. At my ultrasound they found nothing. My uterus was a black hole. The baby died weeks ago. It was devastating and still is. I was growing because the sac was still growing. It just seems like a cruel joke. The hardest part is that I have 3 girlfriends all having their first babies. We were weeks apart. Why me? I would never wish this on ANYONE but I know about 5 other co-workers who are pregnant and not 1 of them including my friends had planned them. Well, we did and this is what we got for it. Maybe God felt it wasn't his plan, it was mine. I don't know. I feel empty inside and feel like everyday will be hopeless until we can try again. I've already dealt with anxiety and depression for almost 2 years and as I recover, this happens. I don't understand and never will. I am always a firm believer of "it happens for a reason" but now I'm not so sure.
so longI had what you would call a missed pregnancy. I was overjoyed and scared at the thought of having another child. My son Josh is 15 and my due date was in the end of August, just 22 days before his 16th birthday.I was told i couldn't have any more children due to problems with my ovaries so imagine my surprise when i found out! I had every symptom and sign of pregnancy and loved every minute of it so when i was told the dr. couldn't find a heartbeat i was crushed, and the feeling of loss was so great i blocked everyone out. Nothing anyone said helped and it seemed it only made things worse for me. I understand they were only trying to help but I'm still having a hard time dealing with this, but in the end I'm going to try again very soon and hopefully will post up a new story of happiness. I know al ot of women will read this and it seems the hurt will never end but in time the pain subsides and the healing process will begin, I wish each and every one of you luck and god bless.
my lossI lost my baby August 4th. I was really confused i am just 16 but i was really excited and i knew i would make a good mommy. There isn't a day that goes by that i donít think about it. i have tried everything to get it out of my mind and it wonít leave my head. i have baby clothes and everything. For memories i have made a journal and i have made poems but nothing seems to help. This is something that is really driving me insane you never know what you have until it is gone and i just wish their was something to make my life normal again and get this awful memory out of my head. When i close my eyes all i can see is me laying in the hospital getting up every 5 minutes passing blood clots. Thatís all i do is cry. i just want to know something to make it stop. i am basically sleeping my life away.
Our #2 was lost at 5 1/2 weeks!We were shocked to hear that we were pregnant with baby #2. After having a life threatening delivery with our son, we could only hope for the best this time. My husband and I had only began trying once to find out we were pregnant again, and due for Sept 2007. The doctor confirmed our pregnancy and we were told we were 4 weeks along. Week 5 came in with a bang! We decided that the following weekend we would tell our parents and sisters the great news they all longed to hear. On the Saturday i was not feeling 100% and just knew that something was not right. Sunday came along and so did the spotting. By Monday, I was in a constent spotting, and by 2pm that day, I sat on the toilet for 1 1/2 hours before going to the ER.
That night in ER, I had lost alot of blood including a large clot, which I was sure was the placenta and any tissues that remained. The dr confirmed that she saw no pregnancy tissue, and was not convinced that I was actually miscarrying. On tues I went back for an ultrasound (2 of them, one including an internal) and the tech said that she did not see a sac, but there was still tissue like substance. Again an inconclusive test. By this time I just wanted to know whether or not I was still pregnant. They sent me back down to the ER to get more blood work done which would confirm if my beta counts decreased, which would mean I did have a miscarriage. So the tests were in, and it was confirmed, my beta counts had dropped by 1/2 and there it was..I incurred my first miscarriage.
Emotionally it totally sucks, but at the same time, the drs did tell us that the sample which was collected the night in ER, they had done biopsies on it, and it was confirmed to include abnormal tissues from inside my uterus. So, we feel all in all, this was a blessing. After all, we did have something to be grateful for...our 2 year old little boy was fast asleep at home, waiting for his mama and papa to come home. Having one healthy beautiful child has made it alot easier for us to deal with. Now we have told all of our friends who feel so deeply for us. Knowing that we are not the only ones who have gone through this before, and that 25% of all pregnancies end in ths fashion, is a little bit more comforting.
Now I have wait for the bleeding to subside, and then have a regular cycle before we will try again. We hope that we will get pregnant quickly again, and end up with two healthy and beautiful children.
Hang in there, everyone else that has gone through this, is going this, or will experience this type of loss. there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and just think if my parents decided to stop trying after losing a baby between my sister and I - I would not be here to tell my story today.
I should have said noMy name is Heather and Iím 15. Iím not a teen mom but I almost was. Here's my story. When I was 13 I was not the best looking chick around and thought that no guy would ever look at me and I had this huge crush on this kid that rode my bus named Andrew. My brother Lucas whoís my age would tease me and say to Andrew "Andrew Heather wants you ". I was scared to hear what Andrew had to say. So one day in school I came and told my friend Angie that I was moving to where I live now. She was happy but said she would miss me, so we made plans for her to stay with me on the weekend.
Later that night we were on the computer when we heard a knock on the window. It was Andrew and his friend Marshall. Andrew and Marshall wanted us to come out and do stuff with them so we did. We walked down to a place called the trials, itís this wooded area and so we walked there. I lost my virginity that night to Andrew. Later they walked us back and put us in the window and said that they would come back the next night.
After a few weeks I started feeling weird and I had no period. I was scared so I told my friend and when I got home my mom knew what happened. We went to the doctor but he said that it was not clear so we went home. Later that week I took a pregnancy test with my friend and it was positive. I couldnít believe it. When I got to school we didnít tell anyone; not even my mom.
Everyone knew - and I mean everyone. That night I went home and my mom was at work and Andrew came over and he yelled at me I started to cry. He told me that I was making it all up and that it wasnít his and he said I told everyone. He yelled at me for what seemed like 2 hours. After he left 2 weeks past and I didnít talk to him or anyone and one night my brother punched my stomach and threw me against the table and I started to cry. He knew what he did and said sorry. I lost it and it would have been born February 24, 2006.
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